Quick Wear: What to do, he loves the crazy evil god

Mu Ci raised his hand in a trance and placed it on the man's cheek. He replied in a trembling voice, "Brother, it's me. Your little Ci."

The next moment, he was greeted by Du Zai's warm and solid embrace. It seemed like he had been waiting for this embrace for several lifetimes.

"Brother, Du Zai, I miss you so much." Mu Ci pressed his face against Du Zai's arms, letting his tears flow out, his whole body trembling.

He didn't expect to meet Duzai again.

Du Zai's hands around Mu Ci's waist tightened a little, as if they wanted to rub into his bones and blood, never to separate.

"Xiao Ci, Xiao Ci, Xiao Ci..." Du Zai whispered his name over and over again.

The person he had missed for many years came back.

Qixiang, who was standing on the wall, looked so happy that he was peeing.

What kind of fairy tale love is this, waaaah, I wish Ahri could treat him like this someday.

"I was wondering why you suddenly ran out?" Xiao Hongru stood at the door, looking at the two people hugging each other in the yard with an ambiguous expression.

The exciting and beautiful scene of recognition was destroyed in an instant.

Du Zai let go of Mu Ci with an unhappy look, put one hand around his waist, and said to Xiao Hongru who was watching the fun: "I have something to do tonight, so you should leave quickly!"

"Yu Huai, you have never forgotten your friends for the sake of a beautiful woman, tsk tsk." Xiao Hongru had already walked in front of the two of them, looking at Mu Ci with interest, with a smile, "Wan Wan is similar to you?"

"You are Wanwan! I am Qing!" Mu Ci looked straight at the other person, not willing to be outdone.

Du Zai protected the back of Mu Ci's head and leaned against his shoulder, blocking Xiao Hongru's sight. "You still look like a human being when you don't speak."

Xiao Hongru looked at his movements in surprise, and then, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Du Zai deeply and walked out. "See you tomorrow!"

Du Zai pulled him into the house, closed the door, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, eagerly prying open his lips and teeth to invading his breath.

Mu Ci's mind went blank, his lower back went weak, and he subconsciously grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, relying on instinct to comfort each other's longing for each other.

After an unknown amount of time, Du Zai let go of the man with the dazed look in his eyes, his slightly swollen lips glistening with alluring moisture.

He simply picked up the person he had been looking forward to for many years, and Mu Ci naturally hooked his hands and feet around the man like a koala.

The two sat down on the sofa facing each other, their eyes fixed on each other's faces, as if they were both afraid that they would disappear in the blink of an eye and it was all a dream.

Under the clear and warm crystal lamp, Du Zai gently stroked Mu Ci's delicate and jade-like cheek, which had two small wounds on it.

Du Zai's expression was startled when he noticed that the joint on the back of Mu Ci's hand was red and there was a small wound.

"Xiao Ci, who hurt you?" Du Zai held his hand, his tone full of heartache.

Mu Ci looked at him eagerly, "Brother, are you good here? How does it compare to your last life?"

Du Zai directly hooked his waist, tapped his nose, and smiled dotingly, "It's no problem to avenge you."

The two people hadn't seen each other for many years, but after the initial excitement, they were still able to chat like old friends.

Mu Ci excitedly started to complain to Du Zai.

He told Du Zai the details of his visit to the show and everything about his relationship with Tan Hang's fans.

"They were the ones who beat me." Mu Ci held up the almost healed wound on the back of his hand and showed it to Du Zai angrily.

Du Zai's face turned gloomy when he heard this. He immediately took out his cell phone, made a call, and asked someone to go to Mu Ci's villa to deal with it.

After hanging up the phone, she looked at Mu Ci with longing eyes and stroked his cheek, "Xiao Ci hasn't changed at all, except for a small mole on his cheek. However, this mole looks very nice."

"Brother hasn't changed at all. He's still so handsome. I can't take my eyes off him!" Mu Ci leaned on his arms and traced his facial features with his index finger.

Now I calmed down a little, and my heart was filled with happiness.

"But I'm already thirty-six. Will Xiao Ci dislike me for being old?"

"Brother doesn't age at all. He is still as tall, handsome and charming as before! In my heart, brother never ages." Mu Ci rubbed his face against Du Zai's neck happily.

Qi Xiang sat on the back of the sofa and suddenly said, "Tsk, you double standard dog! In the last dimension, Liang Yunshen was only thirty years old and you still think he is old! Du Zai is already thirty-six years old, and in my heart, brother is never old!"

Mu Ci was sullen in Du Zai's arms, "You see it but don't say it. You, a little kid, don't understand the adult world. Go have fun by yourself tonight and don't peek at me and my boyfriend!"

Du Zai lowered his eyes and looked tenderly at the person who was acting coquettishly in his arms. It felt like he was dreaming, but the feeling of being held in his arms was telling him that this was real.

His little Ci is back.

Du Zai carried Mu Ci upstairs as if he were a treasure, found some clothes for Mu Ci and told him to take a shower first.

He went to the corridor and made another phone call. When they went in, the three fans of Tan Hang were still lying on the ground and unable to get up. Du Zai hung up the phone with relief.

Mu Ci lay on the bed excitedly, waiting for Du Zai who was taking a shower. Thinking about what was going to happen soon, he couldn't help but smile.

When Du Zai came out wearing black silk pajamas with dark patterns, he was met with Mu Ci's straight gaze.

Mu Ci then realized that their pajamas were of the same style, just in different sizes. Before he could ask, Du Zai pressed on him and blocked his lips.

The heavy plundering and kissing made Mu Ci's heart and soul boil and tremble. The smell of pine wood and mint became stronger and stronger. Du Zai seemed to have ignited his soul. Just a kiss was enough to make him lose his mind.

Du Zai's soul was also trembling. He wanted more kisses, wanted to completely possess Mu Ci, own him, and love him.

The lingering kiss followed the slender white neck to the delicate collarbone, the smooth and delicate shoulders, and the cherry pink on the chest, which were aroused and ignited inch by inch by Du Zai.

While dazed, Mu Ci heard the urgent doorbell ringing and heavy knocking on the door downstairs. He suddenly woke up, and Du Zai was also sober like him.

Also, a clear and angry voice came from outside, "Duzai! Hand over my brother!"

Du Zai looked at Mu Ci in confusion, and Mu Ci also looked at him in confusion.

Then Du Zai stood up and buttoned his pajamas, and did not forget to button Mu Ci's as well.

Before going downstairs, Mu Ci touched his cell phone, thinking that if there was anyone causing trouble, he would definitely call the police this time.

Du Zai opened the door, and outside stood a man with a figure as tall as a pine tree, an extremely handsome face, but as cold as winter snow, and an angry look on his face.

When he saw Mu Ci following Du Zai, his expression softened instantly, and then became even angrier again.

He swung his fist at Du Zai's face, "Du Yuhuai! You bastard!!"